|08-29-2002 10:02 AM|
I always remember the Rhodey clave where Ray (or Art) boated a Bonito in Oct. Great on the grill.
So we got a good shot. And lord knows the Albies will be hanging on.
|08-29-2002 09:58 AM|
Thanks and great to hear from you again. I have been thinking about the action at the first Rhodyclave at the same spot and maybe we should think about a visit sooner than later!
I wonder if the bones are on the way back or on the way up the coast? There are fair numbers up the stretch from Monomoy point to Woods hole from the reports I have heard.
|08-29-2002 06:09 AM|
|FishHawk||Looks like the migration is underway. Hope they stay for the hardtail clave. FishHawk|
|08-28-2002 10:21 PM|
Thanks for the report Mike!
I "shoulda, woulda, coulda" been there today, but of course that LASIK corrected hindsight doesn't do me much good now!
Can't make it tomorrow, but maybe I'll give it a go Friday a.m.
|08-28-2002 09:53 PM|
too much bait at Weakapoug!
Well I planned to do a scouting trip today and tour some of my favorite South County honey holes. Instead I spent most of the day camped at the end of the east jetty at Weakapoug. There was just too much activity to walk away from. Of course that doesn't mean I caught lots of fish - far from it! I did manage to put one nice bone into the cooler as well as briefly communicating with a few others. The poor showing in no way reflects the amount of fish we saw all day. Bones [and possible albies] visited the jetties frequently throughout the day and could be seen thrashing further out as well. In addition, pods of stripers patroled the end of the jetty and made raids on the bait from time to time. Some of these fish where 20 lbs or better, and virtually uncatchable.
The problem was the dense clouds of silversides that surrounded both jetties and filled the breachway. The stripers just tore through the bait with mouths open and gulped bait by the bucket load. Adding to the glut of striper snacks, large brown clouds of peanut bunker would pass by coming or going through the breachway. It was impossible to present a fly or plug that the stripers wanted. At least the bones would hit if you could get right on them when they surfaced. Unfortunately, that was easier said than done. The fish were in and out quick with no real pattern. Making things interesting was a honking northeast wind blowing in my right ear. I hit myself in the back a few times and cast my hat into the water once. All and all a fun and exciting day even if not many fish were landed.
PS If this bait stays through the fall, we gonna have some fun!